You grimaced when you got cornered. The worst part of being chased was when bounty hunters came from different counties and that caught you by surprise. But this time, you couldn’t help but snort bored at the sight of John Marston’s face. Again.

"You know?" You asked. Your hands were raised in surrender. "There are about thirty more fugitives in this county. This is the... ninth time we see each other? Pick another fugitive, man..."

That only made John Marston frown even more. He kept his revolver pointed at you. You were wanted by law for fraud, fraud and alleged money laundering.

"You’re coming with me to the station." He said.

You thought about it for a few seconds.

"Nah, I don’t think so..."

Frustrated, he pulled the trigger on the revolver with the intention of shooting you in the leg. But no bullet came out. He tried again. And again. And again.

A small smile curved your lips, and with your hands raised high, you lowered them to make a subtle bow. Like you’re a magician who just finished his show.

"John, John, John." You shook your head. "Always as naive as the first time."

For some reason you weren’t caught yet, right?